It's true - I do hate carpool. So much so, that I have to revile it's very name. Why not just send them on the bus, you say? Well, I don't know what busdrivers in your part of the world are like, but here they are a scary breed of homicidal trailer dwellers, and there's no way in greek hades I'm putting my children in the care of one of them. Still, it is kind of a drag to be in that line, twiddling your thumbs. I take my lunch with me, a book to read (or the latest Smithsonian), some research data to crunch, sometimes my new camera.
Yesterday, it was supposed to be a wintry mix here, but it was even less of a snow event than Bossy's wad of snow she had earlier this week - it just rained. But while I was sitting there, snarfing a turkey sandwich from Arby's (hold the mayo), I was looking out of my windshield at the front schoolyard, and not noticing the outside, as much as I was noticing the windshield, and the groovy patterns that the rain was making. It looked alomst like something you could do in Photoshop, the patterened blur, so I whipped out my lovely new camera (thank you again and again, my dearest husband!) and took a few shots of it.
What do you think?
Yesterday, it was supposed to be a wintry mix here, but it was even less of a snow event than Bossy's wad of snow she had earlier this week - it just rained. But while I was sitting there, snarfing a turkey sandwich from Arby's (hold the mayo), I was looking out of my windshield at the front schoolyard, and not noticing the outside, as much as I was noticing the windshield, and the groovy patterns that the rain was making. It looked alomst like something you could do in Photoshop, the patterened blur, so I whipped out my lovely new camera (thank you again and again, my dearest husband!) and took a few shots of it.
What do you think?
Maybe it's lame, taking pictures of buses pulling up, through my windshield. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess - I loved the impressionistic blur of it.
